Alan was still sitting in Hugo's workroom, holding the tournament registration sheet. He had already filled it out and just had to return it.
"That tournament is the first to be held after the apocalypse." Hugo was highlighting a chunk of metal with the light from his palms again. "Since the beginning, there weren't that many participants, actually. Magic users are usually behind their teammates, providing support, whether it's attacks, buffs, or curses. Well, I said not many, but sometimes they can be up to hundreds, though."
"Does the high death rate also have an effect?" Alan asked, and once Hugo nodded, he continued. "I find this ironic. I heard 4 generations of leaders in this city ruled wisely and cared for their people. Yet they still hold this deadly tournament."
Hugo chuckled. "Because it's a tradition that has lasted more than two centuries. They can't just erase it from this city. Well, they are taking various measures to reduce casualties, though."